Can’t cope, can’t concentrate, you keep on running and those problems they keep following us. Life was a field of lava, it was all depending where you were. watching it from afar it’s not serious, up close it can all become consuming. He wondered, the flow of the lava and the human flow, or the race. He wanted to create a sermon that would help the congregation, they had been terrorized to long with the message of doom and damnation. They needed hope, a version of it that would stay in their minds. maybe that is the reason Jesus spoke in story terms: the legend would pass on, and while it may altar according to the sort of people who relayed it, basically, the use of terms common to that particular culture, the nugget would remain the same. That’s it, he saw it. The lava that flowed down the mountain, were the troubles that followed you, the problems you never dealt with, while salvation was the truth, how simple did that sound, how would he put it into the sermon, the performance was an hour away.
The parables, the wisdom spoken, the great wonders, miracles, the early prophets, and the newer ones, the effort to attend church, synagogue or mosque, those that simply gather in their homes, the continuous mantra, In Jesus we believe, then the reactions, to anyone who disagrees with you, was it not free will from the beginning. Many used the Holy Name, while the Name was used as action and deed, not simply the mention of it, without action faith was worthless, faith making itself known, only in actions. Storms turned back, divine help, how could you access it, unless you really believed, amen.
In a time of great change, it was a great time to re adjust ones thinking, imagine it, there really is a God Most High, what difference will that make to your life, amen
It was a media circus, Adolf Hitler never used chemical weapons, George Bush invaded Iraq because of chemical weapons, while those responsible for manufacturing chemical weapons find all the excuses, odd to say the least, meanwhile, the oceans grow toxic, water supplies are threatened, children born with more problems, while the chemical industry thrives, while terrorists try to gain access to chemical weapons, it really is chemical alley, everyone out there is addicted to the stuff , can’t live with them can’t survive without them, chemicals, meanwhile, dubious companies are paid to dump chemical toxins in the oceans, usually in third world places, while there are plastic islands the size of Europe floating in the oceans, all because they banned the old marijuana plant, the provider of such great providence. All the while, in certain nations, they have been using the revered plant to help people with illness, a fact being recognized throughout the world, after the initial damage is done, how enlightening, amen. We are living on chemical alley he sighed, same way the truth about God Most High was denied by many, till the miracles came along.
Human Spirit, well, the foundations, the base upon which you build, that leads to a higher love, yes, that foundation, the stuff that is essential for a well balanced future, not your neighbors, not the cousins, not those over there, your balance, that thing, whatever, you call it gut, you call it instinctiveness, it forms the basis for future building blocks. Remember, the old wisdom of the Indian people of north america, not excluding the hogi, and the Hopi people, there is a Mother Spirit, guiding energy, that points us in the right direction and warns us of dangers to come, obviously very spiritual, interacts with great spirit, God as we know it, that energy, that demands sensitivity when dealing with Spiritual energy. Yes, that energy, well imagine this, sacred lands, filled with old spirit, mystic, communicates with life eternal, and who decides to build a rail road through one of the last remaining dams of wisdom, to save a few dollars, you guessed it, The Donald.
Solomon saw many storms aborted, redirected, and forecasted harm avoided. Great Spirit is benevolent, wants to help, assist us in all we do. And those who practice the way, wake up in the morning to hear The Donald, sign his name to a piece of paper, that removes their peace of mind. The value of money over everything else, not a great way to start a presidency Donald, amen. Many souls played roles they had no idea of, and how they felt any given day, gave rise to all sorts of events. As Jesus said all those years ago, God is in all of us, we just need to create the space, amen.
Fat bag of crisps and two large fries, make it three, i’m going home to spend the day watching TV, burps loud, burps again, where did i leave the beer, trundles back to the off licence, the cashier smiles, another fool she sighs under her breath, he watches her reach for the till, makes small talk about the game on TV, burps again, loser she sighs under her breath, he gets tense all of a sudden, was that me you were talking of, she ignores the comment, back to the afternoon stroll, it’s hard work being bored, he opens the door, his medication is on the floor, he picks up the mail, tosses us against the wall, straddles the sofa presses the button, in imagination land he smiles, the overdose, just keep watching the TV and forget about it, amen. Pops another Valium, so yesterday, amen.
you mean all that stuff is true he asked, the soul train is a connection of all the working souls, joined together in purpose, they can do amazing things, it’s been a fight, trying to persuade people to accept the wisdom of God. The young boy looked at the old man, he was haggard and worn, the night was cold and the hour was closing in. On his way back from the store, he encountered the lively man with the light eyes. The boy stopped, the old man was seated on a bench, was shivering from the conditions, another long night and the hope of tomorrow, a maybe.
Where you going to stay for the night he asked? The old man smiled, i’ll find a place, on the soul train replied the boy. They made their way down the street, there was a shed out the back, it was neat and free from the chill, it won’t matter spoke the boy, who told the old man it was going to be fine, he might even be getting a bowl of soup. A blanket, a pillow, a space for the night, the soul train continued that evening, in the heart of the boy that cared. When did you meet me Lord, it was the question everyone would be asked, amen.
Hush, the buzz in the room, the president is due in half an hour, the big speech, what is he going to say. One group of reporters are pro change, this is what they want to hear, another bunch of columnists well they want to hear something else, they talk in buzz, listen for the buzz words, it’s exciting really, the room is a buzz, the humm of the people, the beat of the nation, america waits, it’s important what the commander in chief says, even the army chiefs are present, it’s a chat about budget cuts.The tension mounts, it’s as if Jesus himself is going to make a speech, how it must have been, all those years ago, the man who raised them from the dead, healed their afflictions, cast out demons, the mountain, his apostles around him, where is he, he’s in that tent over there, did i see, the stares. No president ever did that, raised anybody from the dead, dragged a few out of retirement i suppose. Wow, wolf gitzer is spotted at the door, he is making hand signals, mabye he is trying to cancel the golf game, maybe he is re arranging a date, what, wow, no no, you will not believe this, golly wow, the excitement on the womens faces, the president is here. In harry’s bar Paris, solomon is knocking back a few moscow mules, he’s into his third, maybe his forth, he stopped counting, but he pretends that he doesn’t like alcohol, just does it because he feels it’s good for his health, helps him forget, well, when he see’s people with the power doing nothing, when so much needs change, he does want to do anything but forget about it, same way an addict closes out the world today, when he or she can’t deal with the past, and does not believe in the future, amen.
Solomon wondered, there was so much hooha, who was going to do this, who was going to do that, what would so and so say, it was odd, they closed the rehab facilities that families of the needy had access to, they didn’t have the insurance needed for private rehab, doing things that matter, he sighed, Mrs Clinton, at least she had a mediaid background, and that’s sure better than the wall builder, whereever he came up with that idea, a zombie movie i suppose, another mule!